[As she speaks, V's footsteps come to a halt; the final click of his cane against the sidewalk is slower than usual, almost as if he can't believe what he is hearing. In all honesty, he can't. He's torn between being angry because this woman has only known him for a few minutes--how can she truly understand--and being confused because her emotion is genuine. There is no doubting that.
On second thought, it actually makes him feel good in a way he really can't describe. That is why, when his expression shifts, it's to a hesitant and uncertain smile. It's clear he is not used to smiling in such a way since the smile is just a little off, but it's that offness that makes it clear the expression is just as genuine as her words are.]
Thank you. [Beyond that, V has absolutely no idea what else to say--he's still working out this whole emotions thing--so he just turns and starts to walk again.]
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On second thought, it actually makes him feel good in a way he really can't describe. That is why, when his expression shifts, it's to a hesitant and uncertain smile. It's clear he is not used to smiling in such a way since the smile is just a little off, but it's that offness that makes it clear the expression is just as genuine as her words are.]
Thank you.
[Beyond that, V has absolutely no idea what else to say--he's still working out this whole emotions thing--so he just turns and starts to walk again.]